Dry cleaning can be awkward. Ok, let me rephrase that. Knowing where to place your dry cleaning before you do your weekly drop-off can be challenging. You don’t want to place the clothes in your hamper as they’ll get mixed in with your regular wash, but you also don’t want to leave things hanging as though they’re clean. Lucky for you, I’ve developed my own routine for this dry cleaning dilemma. Yep, I’m going as far as to call it a dilemma.
After I wear a silk blouse or a cashmere sweater and feel that it is dirty, I fold it nicely and keep it in a stack with the rest of my dry cleaning. I then place this stack in the corner of my closet next to my hamper. That way, I keep it very separate from my regular wash. Then, about once a week, I head to the dry cleaners with my pile and call it a day.
So simple yet so genius. Give it a try, ok?!
Ditmas – Mumford and Sons
Penthouse Suite style at the Fairmont Hotel.
Is it weird that I’m in love with my cutting board?
The Painted Ladies on a sunny day in San Francisco.
If only I could afford a candle from Le Labo. Maybe one day…
Hi, Claremont! You look pretty even on this gray day.
After hearing about Personal Capital’s
idea to write about a financial mentor, it didn’t take me long to decide on who I would write about. A few weeks back, I wrote about how I stay on top of my finances
through simple organizing tactics, and while these organizing tactics have certainly helped me to stay on track with my finances–namely taking the time to sit down every month and crunch the numbers–I owe everything I know to my dad.
For as long as I can remember, my dad has been so on top of his money and without even trying, he instilled this in me. Funnily enough, I actually remember the exact moment in which I realized the strong impact he has made on me: I had recently left the house for college and my friends and I were all out to lunch. About halfway into the meal, we realized it was a cash-only restaurant. I vividly remember the look on all of my friends’ faces as they dug through their purses only to find a few measly coins and some gum wrappers. Luckily, I had enough cash on me for all of us, since my dad always taught me to keep a little bit on me at all times. Needless to say, my friends were pumped and offered to treat me to our next group lunch. Pretty good deal if you ask me.
Thanks to my dad, I’ve learned to be super responsible with my money without ever being too frugal. After all, life is just a bit too short to not treat yourself to that extra avocado on your sandwich every now and again.
A couple months back, I was lucky enough to stay in the Loews Regency Hotel in Downtown San Francisco in exchange for partaking in their #TravelForReal campaign. The hotel was nothing short of amazing – seriously, what thread count do you have, Loews? Please tell me. Luxury at its finest.
Since my boyfriend and I don’t often spend the night in San Francisco, we decided to pretend as though we were locals and walk everywhere. No bus, no car, just our feet. And we decided to head uphill, no less. Straight up to Coit Tower.
We also spent some time exploring Telegraph Hill, which is such a beautiful residential neighborhood, and enjoying the most delicious cheese plate.
Thank you for having me, Loews Regency! I’d be happy to stay again any time you’d like.